[It is the same "ow" you'd hear from a child who pricked their finger -- so not any real declaration of pain -- but Sanji's expression sours into dissent regardless as he stands there, letting Phoenix do the work]
Also his glower softens when he's given the last of the booze -- not that he drinks it, but his chef brain immediately veers into five different recipes by accident. And after a sigh:]
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[It is the same "ow" you'd hear from a child who pricked their finger -- so not any real declaration of pain -- but Sanji's expression sours into dissent regardless as he stands there, letting Phoenix do the work]
... Why did you waste a perfectly good shirt...
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[ look he doesn't know sanji very well but he has a feeling this guy will aggravate his wounds if given the chance. ]
[ anyway once he's done he'll just give sanji whatever's left of the alcohol because he only drinks grape juice! ]
There you go. Try not to make it worse.
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Also his glower softens when he's given the last of the booze -- not that he drinks it, but his chef brain immediately veers into five different recipes by accident. And after a sigh:]
... Thanks.
[B\]
Guess I owe you dinner, shithead.
[B\\\\]
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Think I'll take a raincheck. Top chef needs to be in top condition, after all.
[ .... ]
In the meantime, maybe put the knives back.